We hang out, bang it out, wipe out, wrestle doubt, rant and shout.
Online trapline, turbine, valentine, plotline.
Got lost, star-crossed, a bit tossed, holocaust.
Now I’m there. Where’s my chair? I’m on a tear.
Slurp the grape, rub the nape, outta shape, get some tape,
My paper’s torn, pen forlorn, luck unborn.
Give me a beat, make it sweet, here we meet, do not delete.
Ratty kitcha boom, ratty kitcha boom,
Ratty kitcha, ratty kitcha, boom boom boom
Rip rah roo, the black and the blue.